A/N- I know some of you want a game, but I still can't think of any. If you have any suggestions, please tell me. Alright, well here it is! R/R! Credits for the Strip Poker idea go to snickerdoodle()! Thank you for curing my horrible writer's block!

A/N- Sorry this chapter is kind of short, like I said, I had writer's block and it stunk. Also, sorry again for the wait, but this is the way it looks like it's going to be for a while. But if I can do more I will. Alright, well R/R!

A/N- Next chapter will be more of Cissa's Revenge! Very suspenseful. Also, if you read When Canon Met Fanon, the next chapter of that will be up soon.

"Harry, what should we do?" Ginny asked as Draco continued to stare very self satisfied at them. Harry shrugged. He and Ginny had really messed things up. They should have listened to what Hermione and Ron had said, instead of jumping to what they now saw was a completely unreasonable conclusion.

Draco looked at them in surprise. "I would have thought that was obvious," he said, shaking his head. Ginny arched an eyebrow. "Well obviously it isn't, Draco, so could you maybe tell us what you would have us do?" she asked grudgingly.

Draco nodded, smirking. It was new for him to be the person that people asked advice of, especially Ginny and Harry. "It's not that hard. I guess Gryffindors are so bigheaded that they wouldn't think of this," Draco said, pausing for a minute.

Harry broke right in. "Slytherins are the ones with the egos that can barely fit through doors!" he countered, defending his house. Draco's lip curled. "I wouldn't count on that, Potter. But if you want to, keep going. I'll just counter everything you say, and then you won't be able to hear my suggestion," he said arrogantly.

Harry sighed. He hated being at Draco's mercy like this. "Go ahead, keep going," he said reluctantly. Draco sneered, and continued. "Well since Hermione and Ron can't go more than five feet away from Pansy and me, chances are that they're sitting right outside the door," he said reasonably, "All you have to do is go tell them that you were wrong, and they were right, and that you're sorry."

If Draco was surprised at his own words, that was nothing compared to what Harry and Ginny were thinking. "Since when are you an expert on other people's problems?" Ginny asked in shock. Draco shrugged. "I have absolutely no idea," he said, sniggering, "But let's go. I don't want to spend any more time in this dorm than I have to."

Harry and Ginny agreed, still slightly shocked, and followed Draco to the door. He opened it, revealing Ron and Hermione sitting right outside, talking quietly. The four who had been in the room stepped out and shut the door behind them. Ron and Hermione continued talking, and ignored the feet surrounding them.

Finally, when they could no longer ignore the fact that Harry, Ginny, Draco, and Pansy were standing around them, Ron and Hermione looked up. "What do you want?" Ron asked guardedly, with an edge in his voice.

Draco looked at him contemptuously. "Potter and the littlest Weasel have something to say," he said, looking pointedly at Harry and Ginny. Ron glared at both of them, but Hermione looked up with interest. She wanted to hear what they had to say before she got mad again.

"We're sorry," Harry said guiltily, looking from Ron to Hermione and trying to read their faces. "Uh huh, really sorry," Ginny added truthfully, "We didn't realize that it was all a set up by Draco and Pansy. We shouldn't have jumped to conclusions."

Ron still looked annoyed, but Hermione seemed satisfied with this apology. "It's okay," she said, "our story wasn't exactly the kind that you automatically believe, even though it was true."

Harry and Ginny looked gratefully at Hermione. They were both very glad that she had forgiven them so quickly. "Ron?" Harry asked tentatively, "What about you? Do you forgive us?"

Ron looked hesitant. He wanted to forgive them. After all, Harry was his best friend, and Ginny was his only sister. But something was still eating away at him. "I forgive you for jumping to conclusions about Mione and me," he said halfheartedly, "But I'd still like to know what you two were doing in the dorm in the first place."

Harry laughed, and Ginny rolled her eyes at her brother, only a year older than her. "Ron, honestly," she said openly, "If you don't trust your own sister and your best friend, then who do you trust? We were only there because Seamus and Lavender bugged us to go."

Ron looked at them, expecting them to continue. "Ron, do you honestly think that I was bringing Ginny up to out dorm to shag?" Harry asked incredulously. Ron shook his head reluctantly. Neither Harry nor Ginny mentioned the snog, and to their surprise, neither did Draco or Pansy.

"Alright, fine, I forgive you," Ron said. Then he added teasingly, "But don't let it happen again, or Harry, I'll tell Sirius on you. And Ginny, if you do it again, I'll tell Mum, Dad, and Percy!" Ginny gasped, but laughed. "You wouldn't!" she said in mock-horror, thinking of what Percy's reaction would be.

Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny laughed. They were all very relieved that the whole thing was over. "Alright, if this sickening reunion is over, let's go back to the dance already!" Pansy whined, thinking of all the slow songs they had missed.

"Not yet," Ginny protested. She knew Seamus and Lavender would pump her and Harry for information if they returned so soon, and Ginny didn't particularly want that just yet. "Let's walk around a little bit first, okay? You know, go to the common room or something for a few minutes?"

The other five people in the little group agreed, and they started walking slowly down towards the common room. "This dance is not turning out at all the way I expected it would," Hermione admitted as they walked. "No, it's not," Ron agreed, "But it's actually not half-bad."

"So what do you want to do?" Fred asked, bored of sitting around in the common room doing nothing. Angelina rolled her eyes. "Fred, that's the fifth time you've asked that," she said exasperatedly, "Would someone please make him shut up?" But Oliver, George, Alicia, and Katie were just as bored as Fred.

"I want to play Truth or Dare again," George said wistfully as he remembered the Quidditch talk that he had given to Oliver and Katie. Everyone else in their group agreed with him. That had been one of the most fun things they had ever done.

"Well, we're not playing Truth or Dare again," Katie said sensibly, "No one else is going to want to play again, and what fun is it with just six people?" The boys agreed that she had a point.

"Well let's at least do *something*," Fred whined, trying unsuccessfully to think of a game. "How about I Never?" Alicia suggested. Fred shook his head. He had played that game too many times recently, and he didn't really want to play it again right now.

"How about poker- no wait- how about Strip poker?!" Oliver suggested excitedly. Immediately, Fred perked up. "That's a great idea!" he said happily, "but let's get some more people to play." George rolled his eyes at his twin. He tended to go a little bit overboard.

"Come on, just a couple more people," Fred whined. Angelina was the first to give in, and after that, everyone else agreed that there wasn't a big problem with just a few more people.

Less than a minute after their decision to go convince a few more people to play Strip Poker, Harry, Ron, Draco, Ginny, Hermione, and Pansy walked in. "Hey, what are you guys doing?" Ginny asked curiously. Angelina laughed. "We're about to play a game," she said.

"What game?" Harry asked curiously, thinking back to the Truth or Dare experience, "Are you playing Truth or Dare again?" Oliver shook his head. "No, there's no point in playing Truth or Dare more than once in a night," he said matter-of-factly, "But we are playing Strip Poker! Want to play?"

Fred shook his head. When he had said they should get more people, he hadn't meant his younger brother and sister, their friends, and two of whom in his opinion were the biggest prats in the school. "You don't have to play if you don't want to," he said hopefully.

"We'd love to play," Draco said, sitting down. Hermione had no choice but to follow him, and one by one, the remaining four sat down too. "Great," Oliver said lightly, "Now we have more people, Fred! Now we can play!"

Oliver immediately grabbed two packs of cards off the mantle above the fireplace, and opened the packages. Fred rolled his eyes. He knew Oliver knew that this wasn't what he had had in mind, but oh well. It wasn't that big a deal. At least it wasn't Crabbe or Goyle.

"Oh! Can I shuffle?" George asked, grabbing a pack of cards from Oliver. He attempted to shuffle the cards, but instead managed to send them all over the floor. He quickly picked them up and put them back into a pile.

"George, that was pathetic," Oliver laughed, "Let me show you how to do it." Oliver took the pack of cards that he still had, and shuffled them perfectly. George looked at him, pretending to be jealous. "Oh Oliver! How can you do that! It's just so amazing!" he said sarcastically.

Oliver rolled his eyes. "Give me the cards, George," he said, and grabbing the pack from George, he shuffled those just as flawlessly. Then he mixed up both packs and started dealing them out very slowly to all twelve people.

"Oliver, you are the slowest dealer I've ever seen," Katie said, taking the stack of cards out of his hands. Oliver faked being very upset. "Well let's see you do better!" he challenged. Katie winked at him, and dealt out the cards faster than a trained blackjack dealer.

As soon as she was done, she put the remaining cards in the center of their circle, and brushed imaginary dust off her hands. "How was that?" she asked Oliver. He looked at her in awe. His girlfriend apparently had many hidden talents.

"Alright, um, how do you play Strip Poker?" Hermione asked apprehensively, "I mean, I think I know and everything, but can you just explain it for me?" She blushed, and Draco laughed at her. He quickly shut up though, when both Ron and Harry glared at him.

"Sure, no problem Mione," Fred said, recovering quickly from his annoyance, "We play it a little bit differently, anyway. Obviously, it starts out like regular poker. Then whoever has the worst hand has a choice. They can either take off an item of clothing, or they can choose to have the winner of that round can ask them an invasive personal question. It goes on until everyone decides to stop, or until someone loses."

Hermione raised her eyebrows, looking nervous. She was sure that this was going to be as bad, or worse, than I Never had been. "Okay," she said tentatively, "Let's go." Draco smirked, Ron blushed, and Fred and George looked happy as usual. "This is going to be interesting," Oliver said as they started the first round. He was sure to be right.